Page 101 of Strike Zone

“Can you do long distance? She lives in Georgia,” Koa says, giving me information I’m well aware of.

“She can always move.” I throw my bag over my shoulder. “She knows where I’ll be. She was the one who encouraged me to stay home in the first place. Wren wouldn’t have done that unless she was okay with living there too.”

“Or if she had no intention of the two of you being more than something to pass the time. She has dreams of her own just like you do,” Hart says.

“Way to kill the vibe,” I grumble. Wren is ambitious. It’s one of the things I love about her. We head out of the locker room to find the girls waiting for us outside near the parking lot.

“If you want her, tell her.” Hart gives one final piece of advice before he goes to Lauren.

He’s right. I need to say something. But bringing it up will change everything. I’m not ready for her to call it quits and walk away if it’s not what she wants.

It’s a worry for another day. Right now Wren looks edible in a black tank top and jean shorts. I’m happy to see they have made it into her campus wardrobe.

I greet Wren with a kiss. Her arms wrap around my neck. I let my bag drop to the ground. Pulling her closer, I revel in the way she melts against my chest.

“Hi, birdie,” I mumble into her neck as I inhale her sweet perfume.

“Hi. You looked good out there.”

My hand roams up her side, until I reach her boobs. I really like playing with these. I run my thumb under the cup of her bra and her body responds to me immediately.

“I wanted to look good for my girl.”

“I bet she was impressed.” Wren fingers comb through my hair.

“I have a few more things I can impress you with.” I bite her ear. “Let's go home.” I pick up my bag and take her hand.

“How did your coach take the news about not entering the draft?”

I squeeze her hand. It was a conversation I wasn’t looking forward to having but I’m glad it’s out of the way. “I don’t think he was surprised. He scouted me. He knows my story. Family has always been a priority.”

“How do you feel now that everyone knows?”

I place my hand on her thigh once we’re situated in my truck. I don’t know how to drive without my hand resting here. “Relieved. The pressure I’ve felt building the past year is gone. As soon as I committed to my family, I could breathe, birdie. I have been drowning for years. I was finally able to break through the surface and take a breath.”

“Do you think you’ll miss playing? I’m going to miss seeing you out there,” Wren says, unabashedly.

“I won’t miss the sore shoulder after every game. I can always play in the beer league in town if I ever feel like throwing the ball around.” Sometimes I think it would be nice to build a field on the farm for kids to come play or host charity games.

“For the record,” Wren says while she waits for me to unlock the front door. I open the door for her and she walks in under my arm. “You look even hotter when you’re hauling hay.” She tosses the words over her shoulder.

I drop my bag by the door and chase after her. Before she can reach the stairs I throw her over my shoulder like I would a bale of hay. “Tell me more.” I smack her ass making her squeal.

“I will but first you need to get naked." She pushes her hand down the back of my shorts and smacks my ass back.

“Jesus. Fuck, birdie.” I jump when her finger hits my asshole, making me trip. Her giggle is her only saving grace. Otherwise I would punish her for making me almost fall down the stairs while I’m carrying her.

“Can you put me down please? All the blood in my body is rushing to my head.”

“I can relate,” I say, sliding her down my body. “I need you naked and on my bed.” I tear my shirt off over my head and throw it onto the floor along with my shorts and underwear. Wren looks at the pile of clothes strewn all over the room. “We’ll get it later, birdie. Arms up.”

She raises her arms and I strip her of her tank top and bra. She slips out of her shoes while I work on her shorts and underwear.

I jump onto the bed and lay down, making myself comfortable. “Come sit on my face, I’m hungry.” Wren walks to me with confidence. I’ve always loved this about her. Not a shy bone in her body, but she saves it all for me.

She straddles my thighs and takes my cock in her hand. With a firm grip she begins to stroke me. Damn I love it when her hands are on me. She knows exactly where to put more pressure. “Shouldn’t I be the one rewarding you? You had the win today.”

“This is rewarding me.” I take her hand in mine and help her get into position. “Now, hold on to the headboard and tell me what else I do around the farm that makes you wet.”

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